Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1171 - 610: Gathering of the Gods, Reincarnation of

All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

A certain mysterious space.

Around an unimaginably wide round table, dozens of Origin Divine Thrones of various colors are placed.

Each divine throne represents a Main God powerhouse.

However, at the closest position to the center of the table, there are only nine golden thrones.

Those Origin Thrones, like stars surrounding the moon, encircle the nine golden thrones, akin to a group of ministers following their king!

And this is the Pantheon created by many deities working together!

Whenever a major situation arises in All Heavens and Myriad Realms, the deities convene an ergency session, after discussions from all sides, to decide how to handle the matter.

Just as Lu Yuan attempted to rge nine supre origins, the round table of the Celestial Assembly suddenly lit up slightly.

Following this.

Dozens of magnificent and powerful figures instantly crossed endless distances, simultaneously descending upon this mysterious space.

Their aura is suprely divine; a re wisp of pressure can crush through all ages, causing the void to tremble restlessly!

At the sa ti.

The Will of the Heavens seed to sense sothing, and the sky scattered thousands of rays, eventually forming a slender figure.

"Will of the Heavens, what is going on?"

"After many years, that aura has appeared once again. Do you intend to plunge All Heavens and Myriad Realms into an inescapable calamity?"

A vague figure shrouded in shadow angrily questioned.

And within their voice, there was a hint of undisguised fear.

After all, as a deity that governs the Law of Shadow, they had once studied a segnt of the Dark Law deeply.

Thus, they knew better than the other deities, what kind of terrifying disaster would ensue if the Will of the Heavens' plan spiraled out of control!

"The Dark Origin is swiftly spreading in All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and I have exhausted all thods, leaving with no choice but this recourse."

"If you have a way to stop the Dark Origin from expanding further, I can change my mind imdiately."

The Will of the Heavens furrowed their brow slightly, turning to look at the grey figure, speaking calmly.

The other deities heard this, exchanged glances, and all fell into silence.

They were also very aware.

The Will of the Heavens acted impartially, devoid of personal feelings or desires.

Moreover, They are the condensation of the will of all beings in the Ten Thousand Realms; without utmost necessity, They would never place All Heavens and Myriad Realms in danger.

And the reason they acted in this manner was most likely because the situation had already deteriorated to an irreparable threshold.

"What the Great Will said is true, the Dark Alien Race has beco increasingly rampant, our Pantheon can hardly hold on in the God-Demon Battlefield; everyone must increase support."

A tall, burly man in black scanned the gods with a slow gaze before speaking in a deep voice.

He appeared to be just a youth, but the chiseled features of his face were worn by age, full of unmistakable fatigue.

Especially on his arm, scars and cuts were everywhere, as if he had survived nurous battles of life and death, forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Just sitting there, he resembled a dormant Ancient True Dragon, ready to unleash world-ending power at any mont.

And this was none other than War God Lin Yuan, who once had a brief encounter with Lu Yuan!

Faced with Lin Yuan's gaze, other deities felt as if they were being watched by so terrifying creature, making them uncomfortable all over.

"The God-Demon Battlefield is the last line of defense for All Heavens and Myriad Realms, it must not fail in any way."

"Otherwise, if those Dark Deities reach the territory of the Ten Thousand Realms, the consequences will be unimaginable."

A man with explosive muscles all over his body, his purple short hair swirling with endless lightning, spoke in agreent.

"The Thunder Emperor is right, just a few years ago a re Blood God disrupted the peace of All Heavens and Myriad Realms."

"If the Dark Deities are allowed to cross the God-Demon Battlefield on a large scale again, fear the world planes will greet the twilight of the era."

Another deity nodded slightly, clearly unwilling to see the God-Demon Battlefield fall.

"My Purple Mist Divine Realm can send out ten Demigod Level warriors and two thousand Immortal Strong Persons, if necessary, I can also join the battle personally."

Thunder Emperor, acting straightforwardly and decisively, quickly gave a reply.

"My Plague Burial Plains can support a hundred demigod-level divine corpses and ten thousand immortal corpses."

A grey-clothed elder spoke lightly.

However, upon hearing this, all the deities present were slightly shocked, turning their attention to the elderly figure.

The grey-clothed elder was as thin as a stick, his back hunched, emanating dense death qi, appearing like an elder on the brink of the grave.

Yet his aura was unfathomable; many deities present couldn't penetrate his depths.

And this was none other than the Burial Elder who had previously tead up with War God Lin Yuan to attack the God of Illusion!

Yet among the deities, the grey-clothed elder had an even more resonant title.

Master of Plague!

This being has lived through nurous eras, mastering the burial path as an unparalleled Great Power, with many new deities before him like re children!

"Thank you, esteed predecessor, for your noble spirit and care for the world; junior Lin Yuan offers the Pantheon warriors' gratitude on their behalf."

Lin Yuan, upon hearing this, rejoiced greatly, imdiately rising and bowing with clasped fists.

Legend says when a world plane is on the brink of destruction, the Burial Elder will sail a stone boat downstream the River of Ti, escorting the world on its final journey.

And the Plague Burial Plains, as his Divine Country, contain countless buried immortal corpses and sacred bones.